Happy Holidays.
So Tyson told me that I need to update... apparently he finds my quick and simple life to be interesting??? I don't know. Anyway, it's Christmas time... "Happy Holidays" to be P.C... and I can't even believe it. I feel almost sad about it, because I'm not stressed... normally, I'm stressed about the season, but I'm totally calm about it... carefree.
Maybe it's the pot.
Anyway, I've got almost all of my shopping done. I need to get out of bed a bit earlier one of these days to get the rest done. Donny's coming home. I'm stoked. I always miss my favorite cousin. Cousins... that's kinda sad.
I'm stoned.
Work is kicking my ass. I don't have a day off. And not to mention getting scheduled full time at the HRC, Deidre takes a note that I wrote a month ago about wanting to pick up shifts THAT week... she leaves a message saying that she added me three days next week. "But it's okay because they are all out by four." Do you think I really feel like working at the Russe from nine until four on Christmas Eve (it will be really busy because everyone will be buying outfits to "go out") and then working at HRC from four thirty till about three AM for the New Year's Eve party? NO.
No. No. No.
At least we are off the following weekend for a roadtrip to Canada or NJ. Prolly Canada, it's closer and has Degrassi. Anyway, Donny is moving upstate in May and we have no where to go on Spring Break! Anyway...
I should probably check my email. For some reason I feel like checking my email is a "chore." Kind of like paying bills. Probably cuz I always have emails from Kathy Beal about not filling out my biweekly logs or annoying spam or emails from no one.
Ugh...
It'd be nice if I could spend some time at home for Christmas... like more than a day. I guess that is part of growing up and becoming an "adult." Living on your own... that sort of thing. I mean, sleeping with my brother in his twin bed Christmas eve and waking up to open presents from "Santa" is weird. I'm twenty years old.
Not to mention me and the girls didn't have our anual "Chritmas Party"... I haven't even talked to the girls in so long. I haven't even saw Margo since she got back from Australia... wow, I'm a sweet friend.
It's weird moving away from home. It's like you have your highschool life and your new, cooler, funner Cleve life. They aren't totally different, but close. The friends that I have now are totally different from the old. It's not that it's better. It's different. It's changed. But I'm as happy as I can be. That's getting older. You lose friends you get friends.
To all my old friends, I hope that I haven't lost you. I didn't mean to lose touch - I think it just happens.
Well Tyson, there's an update for you. I'm pretty stoned so it should be interesting...
Thom with an H, are you home or in Pittsburgh for break?
Maybe it's the pot.
Anyway, I've got almost all of my shopping done. I need to get out of bed a bit earlier one of these days to get the rest done. Donny's coming home. I'm stoked. I always miss my favorite cousin. Cousins... that's kinda sad.
I'm stoned.
Work is kicking my ass. I don't have a day off. And not to mention getting scheduled full time at the HRC, Deidre takes a note that I wrote a month ago about wanting to pick up shifts THAT week... she leaves a message saying that she added me three days next week. "But it's okay because they are all out by four." Do you think I really feel like working at the Russe from nine until four on Christmas Eve (it will be really busy because everyone will be buying outfits to "go out") and then working at HRC from four thirty till about three AM for the New Year's Eve party? NO.
No. No. No.
At least we are off the following weekend for a roadtrip to Canada or NJ. Prolly Canada, it's closer and has Degrassi. Anyway, Donny is moving upstate in May and we have no where to go on Spring Break! Anyway...
I should probably check my email. For some reason I feel like checking my email is a "chore." Kind of like paying bills. Probably cuz I always have emails from Kathy Beal about not filling out my biweekly logs or annoying spam or emails from no one.
Ugh...
It'd be nice if I could spend some time at home for Christmas... like more than a day. I guess that is part of growing up and becoming an "adult." Living on your own... that sort of thing. I mean, sleeping with my brother in his twin bed Christmas eve and waking up to open presents from "Santa" is weird. I'm twenty years old.
Not to mention me and the girls didn't have our anual "Chritmas Party"... I haven't even talked to the girls in so long. I haven't even saw Margo since she got back from Australia... wow, I'm a sweet friend.
It's weird moving away from home. It's like you have your highschool life and your new, cooler, funner Cleve life. They aren't totally different, but close. The friends that I have now are totally different from the old. It's not that it's better. It's different. It's changed. But I'm as happy as I can be. That's getting older. You lose friends you get friends.
To all my old friends, I hope that I haven't lost you. I didn't mean to lose touch - I think it just happens.
Well Tyson, there's an update for you. I'm pretty stoned so it should be interesting...
Thom with an H, are you home or in Pittsburgh for break?